A/N: Thanks everyone for the reviews! Just to make things clear: a lot will be explained in this chapter. Also: there will be NO Harry/Angel pairing, because they are as close as twins and so will not think of each other as more than that. Just wanted to say this so there would be no more questions about that.

Angel

Grimmauld Place: Part 2

Shocked looks were on everybody's faces, except that of Angel. But they were going to get another few shocks that day. For the Phoenix feather that was the core of Harry's wand, was floating in mid-air right in front of Harry. Then, the feather suddenly swept towards Harry and entered his chest. For a moment nothing happened, until Harry clutched his chest and was breathing very heavily as if in pain. He was shortly surrounded by a golden glow, with soft sounds of the Phoenix song. Then the glow and song died out, and Harry rose again.

At first he didn't look any different, but when Remus took a good look at him he could see a lightness in Harry he hadn't seen since he was a baby, and much worse: he had a sparkle in his eyes, much like those of the Headmaster. The Headmaster in question seemed to have noticed as well, and even though puzzeld by this change, he smiled, though with a question in his eyes.

"Wonderful," announced Angel, and clapped Harry on the shoulder. "Now, first things first. I suggest you do something about the horrid clothes you wear."

The clothes Harry were wearing were Dudley's old cast-offs and several sizes too big, as well as having several holes and tears in them. Harry grinned at Angel with much delight. "You're sure about the detection?"

She nodded, and with a single wave of his hand, the clothes he was wearing shrunk until they fit him perfectly, and repaired themselves. Everybody could only gape. Wandless magic done with such ease was thought to be a myth, and here Harry was doing it as if he'd done it all his life.

Angel jumped up and said, "alright, let's show them why I called you Raven."

Harry laughed and said, "Very well, but remember how we used to do it?" Angel nodded. "Then I bet you that you can't run upstairs down the hallway, touch the last door on the left and get back here within 30 seconds starting...NOW!"

Angel burst through the door, but while running changed into a black panther, with (amazingly) green eyes. Harry looked at his new watch. Mad-Eye Moody followed Angel's track upstairs with his magical eye and when everybody heard a big thump, he grumbled out, "she's touched the door and is coming back."

When Angel skidded into the kitchen, she narrowly avoided bumping into Tonks and sat down. Harry looked at the panther and said, "Well done, you did it in 25 seconds. Now you get to tell me what I need to do."

Angel changed back into her human form and told her challenge. "You will move around the big chandelier in the hall, without help from anybody in here, nor by getting the chandelier down to the ground. Also, you will do some redecorating."

Harry nodded and walked out of the kitchen. Everyone else followed him, wondering if he perhaps was also an Animagus, and if so, what was he? Nothing could have prepared them for the light shock of seeing Harry transform into a black Storm Phoenix. He flew around the chandelier three times, and landed on Angels' outrstretched arm. He cooed softly.

She smiled at him. "Well, it seems I didn't know my magical creatures so well when I was five. All I thought of was: you're black, you're a bird, thus you must be a Raven. Seems I should have called you Storm or Phoenix." Harry nipped her finger. "Alright, I'll still call you Raven. Besides I'm too used to it, to not call you that."

Suddenly a soft pop could be heard from the kitchen. Dumbledore, thinking that it was another Order member arriving opened the kitchen door again, only to see that his own Phoenix, Fawkes had come into the kitchen and was eyeing the leftovers from the birthday cake. It seems he had already eaten a bit, for his beak was covered in cream. Fawkes looked up guiltily, but recovered quickly when Harry, the Phoenix, flew into the kitchen to join him while eating cake. They softly thrilled to each other, and Fawkes seemed quite taken with Harry. The Order members, Weasleys and Hermione just looked speachless.

After eating for a bit (Phoenixes apparantly had a thing for sweet things) they both groomed their feathers, earning chuckles from the people, since Harry's feathers on his head wouldn't stay flat. "Just as on his normal head." Ron joked, which earned him a glare from Phoenix Harry. Ron quickly shut up, because a very small raincloud had gathered above his head, and dropped it's load. A spluttering Ron was handed a towel not much later.

"It seems as if Harry also has the powers of a real Storm Phoenix. Although I hope these very local rainclouds won't get to be a common sight." Albus told. Everyone knew he enjoyed this very much, but wisely kept quite.

Fawkes and Harry both flew up and started to sing a Phoenix song which had everybody brought to tears, because of the sheer beauty of it. They flew around the kitchen once, and the transformation was immediatly. The kitchen windows were sparkling clean and sunlight came into the kitchen (after all, it was still afternoon), the walls had become a soft yellow, and the kitchen closets a creme white. The furniture was made of light oak, and the floor of light brown tiles. Then the Phoenixes flew into the hallway, where they made the chandelier gleam, and the walls a soft blue. Into the living room they went, and there the windows were cleaned, the walls also a soft blue, the curtains dark blue, and the furniture done in several soft cremes and blues.

Everyone was still looking in awe at this, but the Phoenixes had headed upstairs already. The House Elve's heads dissapeared from the walls, doors were made gleaming, and on every door a name tag was added. The first door on the left was named for Albus Dumbledore, and when he opened the door, only Harry flew in. The bedroom now contained warm colours on the walls, comfortable chairs and a bed, but also a drawer with wool socks flowing out of it. When Albus opened the closet door he saw several new colourful robes (though not too bad a sight for all eyes). He smiled happily and set about exploring his new room, the others only hearing the occasional surprised gasps of delight, meaning Albus had found another bag of sweets, or a small toy to play with.

The first door on the right contained Professor McGonnagall's name. She seemed rather pleased at having her own bedroom as well, and when she opened it, it was done with quite the Gryffindor spirit in mind. Also, there was a scratching pole, and kitten toys, obviously for when she was in her catform. Smiling with delight, Minerva also explored her new room.

The next door on the left was for Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and contained an extra large bed, several muggle trinkets, and some books Mrs. Weasley would certainly enjoy (on cooking, but also a few detective stories).

The second door on the right was for Remus. It contained several framed pictures of his friends and family, and a very nice dog basket for when he was a wolf. He also got several new robes.

Then came rooms for Hermione, Ginny, Ron, several rooms that would change according to the person that would sleep there that night, and nearly the last room had no name on it. Everybody was curious who's room this would be, but Harry refused to let them enter. The last room in the hall was bearing the names of both Raven and Angel. When the adults looked in, they were comforted by the sight of two seperate beds! So it was okay for them to share, especially since Angel said they were practically like twins, and were not interested in each other in another way.

Meanwhile, Fawkes had flown into the backyard and made it resemble a bit more of a tamed wilderness, with a patch obviously for Potion ingredients to grow. Fawkes dissapeared in a burst of flames, and Harry the Phoenix decended into the kitchen.

Just as he was about to transform back, the last Order member appeared. It was Professor Snape, and he didn't look too good.

He was clutching his left arm, as if in pain, and his face grimaced.

He didn't notice the changes in the house, nor did he notice the new inhabitant, or the Phoenix. All he did was stalk to Dumbledore, and said, "he knows."

Immediatly everyone was quite. Harry turned his head around to look at the Professor. Dumbledore pulled out a chair and pushed Snape in it. "You mean Voldemort knows you're a spy? And he's doing what he always does with spies?" there was concern evident in his voice.

Snape only nodded, and then hissed when another wave of pain hit him.

Mrs. Weasley huddled her children and Hermione out of the door. She knew what was done to Snape right now and didn't want the children to watch it. However, when she made to shoo Harry and Angel out of the room, Harry flew up and over to Professor Snape. He just looked in surprise at the Storm Phoenix that was regarding him seriously. Then the bird surprised him further by stepping onto his left arm, and prying the sleeve up. Slowly Snape rolled his sleeve up, till it no longer covered the Dark Mark. The Mark was an angry red, and was pulsating with the power of a very angry Lord Voldemort. This was how he punished spies. First they were tortured by their mark for several hours, then he would intensify the pain, untill they nearly collapsed from insanity. He would pull all of their magic out of their body, and let the Mark ignite, so there would be no more left than a roasted human corpse (gross).

The Mark had been burning for nearly an hour already, before Snape had actually realised he had been found out and his punishment had already started. Now, he wondered what the Storm Phoenix was going to do, and if he would perhaps live to see another day.

The Phoenix turned his head this way and that, studying the Mark. Then, just before another wave of great pain could consume Snape, the bird thrilled a soft note. A small raincloud gathered above the Mark. If it wasn't so serious it would have been a funny sight indeed. The Phoenix burst out in a soft song, voicing his concern for the Professor, voicing his hope that Voldemort would lose, that this man may be spared. The raincloud grew at first, then burst open. The rain that fell out of it wasn't normal, though. It soothed the pain of the Mark, and made the Mark turn black again. Then the small raincloud started to rumble, and a small lightning bolt came out of it, hitting the Dark Mark. Snape wanted to scream out in pain, except he couldn't find his voice. The Dark Mark got hit by lightning three more times, until it suddenly stopped. Only the raindrops were still falling on the now bare arm. It soothed the pain, and made Snape come back into his own mind for a bit more. He let out a shuddering sigh, hardly daring to believe his luck. Here he was, nearly dieing only to be safed by a goddamn Storm Phoenix, who were extremely rare to begin with.

Disbelieving, he turned to Albus, only to see a few lone tears escaping from his mentor's eyes. "Albus?" he croaked. The other members still present looked elsewhere. They knew who the Phoenix was, and weren't too sure how Snape would react to that.

"What the hell just happened?"

"Frankly, my boy, this is the first time I have seen this been done, so as to what happened I can only say that it seems your Mark has been removed and you will still live. I'd say that is good news indeed. But perhaps our Phoenix can tell you himself?"

He turned to look at Harry the Phoenix.

He nodded and with a hop stood on the kitchen floor and changed back into his human form. Angel quickly darted forward to prevent him from falling over, since he did happen to have used quite a lot of magical energies by healing Snape and tranforming the house.

"Potter?!" the disbelief and growing rage were evident in the Professor's voice.

"Sorry 'bout that sir. I just felt it was the thing I could do, so I did. No obligations to me what-so-ever sir." he added that last part quickly, knowing how much the Professor seemed to hate the idea of owing someone something.

The Professor seemed to think this over for a moment. Seeing Harry being rather tired did help as well with easing his mind over this unexpected thing. "Very well, then, but no complaining when you get questioned again about underage magic."

That got a laugh out of everyone to the bewilderment of Snape. "Sorry Professor, but I don't have to worry about that any more. It seems they cannot detect wandless magic, so no need for you to testify, either."

Snape just nearly gaped at him. But he schooled his face into a neutral position. "Hmmm....whatever Potter. Headmaster, now that I appear to be fine again, I'd like to ask the reason as to why we're having an emergency Order meeting? And what has happened to this place? Yesterday it looked quite different, I believe?" he had finally noticed the change of colours and furniture.

Albus just smiled gently. "The reason you are all here is because of Miss McClannon and Mr. Potter here. If all of you would please take a seat we will begin."

Everyone soon sat, Angel and Harry sharing one. They were a bit unnerved by all the stares they were getting, but still remained seated.

Their Story

Angel started talking, because people didn't know her and perhaps it would put them more at ease.

"It actually started with my father, Quinten McClannon who was working alongside James and Lily Potter. They were quite close as colleagues. At one point Lily had expressed her concerns for her baby, Harry, and for their lives. So my father promised to help them, and kept her violin as well as some small personal belongings, safe. He decided to put the personal belongings in a vault, thinking it would be quite safe there.

"Unfortunately, a month or so before the first defeat of Voldemort" -people flinched upon hearing the name- "my father got hurt badly in a fight. So badly, in fact, that everyone in the magical world thought him dead. But he wasn't. He did lose nearly all of his magic, making him not much more than a Squib. He decided to recover and live in the Muggle world, with his wife and me. He had always kept our presence a secret. Only Lily and James knew of my father being married, and they couldn't come and visit us since they were under the Fidelius Charm.

"While my father was still recovering, James and Lily were killed. He couldn't even attend their funeral, for he was in the hospital. At first my father thought it was safe enough to return to the magical world, but then the attack on the Longbottoms came, so he decided to stay hidden. After all, he had hardly any magic left, I was only a baby, and my mother, Serena, was a muggle. It didn't seem like such a wonderfull idea to return then after all.

"After several years he managed to get a job in Little Whinging, and we moved to Number Five, Privet Drive. My father got quite a shock when he saw Harry sitting in the front garden of Number Four. But he was happy with it, because he could keep an eye on Harry and help him out, just like he promised Lily. Unfortunately, those Dursely's aren't the nicest people," -Snape looked disbelieving, and Harry ashamed- "but even though my father wanted to, he couldn't remove Harry from their care. He just made sure the Dursely's knew they were being watched and they complied.

"Harry and I got to be really close friends almost right away. We always worked together in school, played together after school and did all those things you do when you're so young. But we also used to practise our magic. Making things float, shrink or grow, everything we found interesting to do, really. My dad didn't know Harry could do this as well. One day we even managed to transform. I changed into a panther pup, and Harry into a fledgling Phoenix, or as I thought: a Raven" -here they chuckled.

"Unfortunately, our fun didn't last for too long, because a day before Harry's sixth birthday I moved away. My father got a job in Japan, and it was too great an opportunity for him, so we left. I felt totally miserable for several weeks, I now know it was because Harry was really ill at the same time. As I remarked before: because we are so close we formed some sort of bond, which also means either of us will have some effect if the other is ill or injured.

"Anyway, back to me in Japan. I started the Yokanshi- acadamy when I was 7 years old. It's a school where you learn both Muggle and Magical subjects. My mentor was Master Shanaka, a very wise, old man. I learned to put my rather unique magic in even better shape and forms, learned sword fighting, and other combat training, have a Highschool level of muggle subjects, and have completed this training two months ago. That was also the time when my parents got killed in a plane crash. I decided that I wanted to go back to Great Britain and see how Harry was doing, when last month he called out to me.

"You see, our bond served as a rather good distress call. Harry's mind wanted to reach someone who could help him, and that happened to be me. He called out to me when he was possesed by Voldemort in the Ministery of Magic. It took me a while to get here, because Master Shanaka had to arrange papers to make me a legal adult. And to get me enrolled into the last two years of hogwarts. I believe the papers arrived on your desk today, Headmaster."

Angel smiled at Dumbledore, who smiled back. He had not discovered a single lie in her entire story. And he had never seen Harry so relaxed around anyone, really. Although the young man had looked embarressed and troubled when Angel mentioned the Dursley's.

Angel drank some water someone had gotten for her, and Harry prepared to tell his story.

"I can leave most of it out, because Angel has already told it, but she 'forgot' to mention that her father gave me the violin when he first met me. I felt attached to it straight away, and named it 'Lils'. Apparantly, no wonder, since it was my mothers. I played it frequently, and I'm sure I will do so again.

"Also, I had found an escaped snake in their garden, and had quite an interesting conversation with it about how some people shouldn't be allowed to have snakes if they don't even give it mice to eat instead of rabbits. I named the snake Sal, and couldn't understand why Mrs. McClannon was so upset with finding me with a snake around my neck. Luckily, Angel's dad figured out I was a Parselmouth and reassured his wife that me owning a snake was, quite frankly, a good thing. The Dursley's would have certainly killed Sal on sight, so I kept him with the McClannon's.

"Mr. McClannon also taught us how to handle swords, and from all the swords he had, we got to choose and name one. I chose Force, a sword with quite a will of it's own, but very loyal once it chose you as acceptable. They all went with the family when they moved. I knew the Dursley's well enough to know that I would never see those three things again if I had kept them."

Here, Harry closed his eyes and shuddered. Angel gave him a back rub.

"When Angel moved, the Dursley's finally got their change. A whole year they were forced to behave. And when the moving van as out of sight, they dragged me inside and put me in the cupboard. Because it was summer holidays, the school wouldn't miss me and the Dursley's could easily claim I was sick because my best friend had left me.

"Every time I would so much as mention the McClannon's or Angel, they would lock be back up again. When I did magic they would lock me up, and give me no food. Eventually, I started to believe that I had imagined things, that I never had a friend, that there was no such thing as magic, and the only times I still did magic was accidental.

"I even locked away the memories of my time with Angel, probably afraid that the Dursley's would punish me for even having those memories. Today we broke through those memories, which also ment I could do my own magic again, instead of using wandmagic."

Everyone was silent for quite a while. It was a lot to take in actually. Snape could hardly believe they had kept Potter in a cupboard for doing magic, and the others had trouble with believing Harry could do magic without wand so easily.

Finally Dumbledore raised his voice, "but what about that illness you spoke about briefly. What were you talking about?"

Angel and Harry shared a look, which conveied quite a lot to each other, but left the rest of the people feeling a bit left out.

Angel started talking again, "as I said, we have formed a sort of bond. I cannot really say what kind of bond, because I don't know. Even Master Shanaka doesn't know. But if one of us got sick, like with the meazles or the flu, it was a sure thing that the other would soon follow. In Harry's second year he got speared by a Basilisk fang, and a day later I had a freak accident involving a wooden staircase that suddenly decided to collapse, and splinter and me ending up on the floor with a piece of wooden staircase portruding my shoulder.

"Also, in third year, I got knocked in the head and fell unconsious. At the same time, Harry was already under pressure of a Boggart Dementor and fainted as well. In fourth year, he got hit by Cruciatus and I got hit with a sword in the stomach. So you see, it's quite sure we share a bond, because some things were just too weird.

"The bad thing is that three months ago I went to the hospital to have some tests done, because I kept on feeling ill. I was sure some of it was because of Harry not feeling well, but mainly because of another reason. And I was quite right. The doctors found out that I have a very rare type of cancer (A/N: I invented this type of cancer, so avoid mixing up effects of real types of cancer and possibly hurting someone who's reading this. I know how devastating cancer can be, so please no flames on this one), which only magical people can get. It's in my blood, and will eventually drain my nervous system and my immune system. Side effects can be: severe headaces, sudden dizziness, easy bruising, somewhat emotionally unstable at times, and for the rest it's the great unknown.

"I am quite sure that Raven's got it too, perhaps already longer than I have it. After all, they detected it three months ago, but I was probably walking around with it for several months earlier. The prognossis isn't too good, but even then I will have two more years to live, and I was planning on making that!"

Harry gave her a big hug, he could feel she needed one. After all, just turning 16 (she was born on the same day) and having a maximum of two more years to live isn't easy.

Harry coughed once. "Perhaps one of you is able to cast a prognossis charm on me? Then we will know for sure if I have it as well. What is this type of cancer actually called, Ang? You haven't told me yet."

Angel huffed. "It's so damned rare they haven't even given it a name yet. I just call it the 'big unfairness of it all!'. Rather a nice name don't you think?"

Harry grinned and said, "so the 'B.U.' it is then."

Remus could only wonder how the hell Harry could still be so happy right now, knowing that he might have a fatal disease.

Harry had stood up and waited for someone to cast the spell. Snape, who knew a bit of healing, because it coincided with some potions, decided to cast the spell.

"Laat zien, ziektes." He said.

The results were written on a parchment that had appeared. Angel looked it over, knowing what the signs were, and paled.

"Not such good news, I presume." Harry quietly said.

Angel shook her head. "It seems that you've had it at least since last summer. And the prognossis for you.." She hesitated... "It's a year, maybe a year and a half, at the most."

Both closed their eyes and took deep breaths.

"I think I can use some practise. Let's go upstairs." And with that Harry picked up both Sal and Force, and with Angel he walked out of the kitchen, and up the stairs. They passed the Weasley children and Hermione at the kitchen door, where they had obviously been listening.

Everyone was deadly quiet and didn't know what to say at all.

The only thing going through everybody's mind was: "Oh my god, Harry's only 16, he's been sick for an entire year already, we didn't even notice, and now he's going to die!"

And indeed, what can you say to that?

A/N: I hope this satisfies a lot of you. I leave reactions and things for next chapter.

Also the spell Snape said, it's in Dutch, my own language. And for those that know Dutch, I know, it's pretty lame, but I don't know any Latin. Literally translated in English it means: 'show me, diseases.' If you wanted to know the injuries of someone the spell would have been: Laat zien, verwondingen. Literally translated: Show me, injuries.

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